Bigotry is alive
But it’s not well.
A dying breed of hate
Is been replaced by love.
100 years from now
This poem will seem strange
If someone happens to come by it.
They’ll wonder what this ancient thing called bigotry is.
The world matures,
Erases the sickness of it’s past.
Watching it mature is a privilege,
Seeing the seeds grow into trees,
Extend their branches,
Letting light through
To overcome darkness.
Everyday the world is becoming more beautiful,
Rising from the ashes.
I am so proud to share the planet
With so many kind, wonderful people,
Together we are dropping pebbles in the ocean
That will add up and create complete freedom.
We are the light,
They are the darkness
And light always helps people see
Like a torch
In a dark forest
Leading one to a destination
Of peace, love and harmony.